Death & Dying
Buds and Babies
From A Pageant and Other Poems (1881)
Death & Dying
A million buds are born that never blow,
That sweet with promise lift a pretty head
To blush and wither on a barren bed
And leave no fruit to show.
Sweet, unfulfilled. Yet have I understood
One joy, by their fragility made plain:
Nothing was ever beautiful in vain,
Or all in vain was good.
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MLA
Rossetti, Christina. “Buds and Babies.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/407/.
Chicago
Rossetti, Christina. “Buds and Babies.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/407/.
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